Chapter 1161 - Dongfang Bubai, Martial Paragon (1/2)
In the past, Happy had needed to be really careful when he fought against those at the peak of Myth Realm. He had to use Dragon Swings Its Tail to reflect his opponent’s damage and attack his enemy swiftly so that he could catch them off-guard. Then, he used Full Winds in Long Skies to release a power that no one could hope to block.
But now, those at the peak of Myth Realm were no longer anything Happy.
Even when he faced a full-powered strike from an enraged elite at the peak of Myth Realm, Happy never even frowned.
Clang!
A soft whine rose. With a thrust that was executed with no flourish whatsoever, he pierced through the seemingly mysterious and unfathomable black hole and the white saber glare.
Bang!
The complete saber glare shattered in Silver Dragon Lama’s sleeve.
Almost at the same time, Silver Dragon Lama had his chest pierced through by the longsword. He did not even have the chance to cry out in shock.
His body was frozen on the spot, even his posture remained the same as before he died.
He looked like a puppet lifted by a string. He retained his posture of opening his arms and pouncing forward. But his eyes were filled with shock. He stared at the blood gushing out of the hole in his chest.
Not far in the distance, Thousand-faced Human Fox watched silently as the qi from Silver Dragon Lama swiftly vanished. Faint shock flashed in his eyes. When he looked at Happy, respect appeared in his eyes.
Osaya could not help but suck in a sharp breath as well.
There were not many elites at the peak of Myth Realm, and each of them had the ability of a sect master. All of them were existences who stood at the top of all other martial artists.
Even though she had previously thought that Happy was just relying on ultimate techniques and instantly bursts of power to win, when she personally witnessed an elite at the peak of Myth Realm dying with just one move from Happy, she finally realized that she had still underestimated Happy.
Since he had his spirit sense on, the authentic reactions from the duo did not Happy’s “eye”.
He slowly drew his sword from Silver Dragon Lama’s chest after he had all his life drained from him. Happy’s expression was indifferent as he sheathed his sword in a relaxed manner. He said, “Let’s go.”
The other two did not dare to show any form of disrespect. They quickly followed behind him.
The scattered light from the bonfires in the camp danced behind them, and it gradually faded away.
Quite a number of people further into the camp saw Silver Dragon Lama’s death, and after many of them witnessed Happy’s skills, they simultaneously chose to remain silent.
Happy’s group might seem weak, but they did not run into anyone trying to stop them again. Under many people’s gazes, they moved through different factions of power while the flickering light shone on them. Soon, they arrived at the depths of the ruins of the former Dragon Gate Inn.
The ruins of the former Dragon Gate Inn appeared to be so dilapidated that only broken walls were left of it. On it was a thick layer of yellow sand. Even though quite a bit of sand had been removed from it, it was still really hard to tell just how it looked like.
Beyond the ruins was a surface that looked rather flat. Four small bonfires were lit around it, and there were also four factions of power over there. Each faction of power occupied one corner, and the camps were divided clearly.
Whoosh!
Right when Happy, Thousand-faced Human Fox, and Osaya entered the place, dozens of eyes from the four factions of power were trained on them. Their gazes were intense and also cold as well as mighty. Their expressions were hostile.
Silence reigned.
When Thousand-faced Human Fox looked over, he was terrified.
There was not a single familiar face from the four corners of the empty grounds, but each of them possessed qi that did not lose to his.
Which meant that they were at the later stage of Myth Realm!
Among the four groups of people, even the ones who were the weakest were already at the later stage of Myth Realm, and there were not many of them. Most of them were at the peak of Myth Realm!
Also, there were at least one elite at the dao of heaven near the four bonfires to ensure that the cold did not touch the bonfires. The fires burned brightly to illuminate red chests.
Thousand-faced Human Fox might be behind Happy, but he was still so stunned by the scene in front of him that his breathing froze.
Happy stopped at the edge of the plains. Calmly, he assessed the situation of the people near the bonfires.
To the north, which was the bonfire right across him, was a man who had extraordinary qi and seemed to have great status. He might be leaning against a broken wall, but there was a pure white pelt behind him. That was a rare item that money could not buy. Even when he leaned against it casually, a heroic feeling that made him seem as if he stood above all other people in the world rose from him, and he became the center of attention in the area.
A noble and domineering air that formed a perfect, harmonious mix appeared on this mysterious man.
Beside him were a group of Myth Realm elites. A few of them had light armor on them. Behind them were hundreds of capable fighters, causing the person to look even more extraordinary.
“Martial Paragon of the Turkic People!”
Happy only cast him a brief glance before his pupils shrank slightly. He had already managed to recognize the man.
Martial Paragon Bi Xuan!
He had been famous in the world of martial artists for decades. When he attacked, there was no one he could not defeat. When he fought, there was no battle he could not win. He was also someone who could be considered to be in the dao of heaven for a long time. It was no wonder why he could still display such splendor and appear so domineering even when he was surrounded by other heroes.
Happy looked away and saw a Chinese martial artist who nodded in his direction.
His pupils shrank once more.
Thousand-faced Human Fox might not know these people, but he knew half of them!
Ye Gucheng!
His fight against him at Ten Thousand Years Mountain, which was at the Forbidden City, might have been short and hurried, but Ye Gucheng’s elegance when he attacked with just one slash had delivered a great shock to him. He had a deep impression toward this uncle of the emperor, who still vied for the throne.
Ye Gucheng might not give off as domineering a presence as Bi Xuan while he occupied his corner, but he appeared colder and more arrogant!
Gathered beside Ye Gucheng were elites from all over the Chinese plains. They wielded all sorts of weapons and looked as if they were made of bronze. They were all prideful, amazing people who were rarely seen. If they were in the Chinese plains, they were all at the level of sect masters.